neelwrites/green/FFfAW/195/fiction/27/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 27, 2017

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121st Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-27 through 07-03-2017

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GO GREEN WITH ENVY  

By Neel Anil Panicker

All his life Uncle Prasad had said yes, green signalling just about everything; consequences be dammed.

And so it was that at age 4 he joined his cousins and pulled off the biggest heist of the time: stealing bagfuls of the finest Alphonso mangoes from the sprawling orchard of the village headman.

At 7 he was playing courier boy, passing over love psalms between hormone high Romeos and Cupid struck Juliets; by 9 taking off to the hills nearby for a night out with the Big Boys.

At 13, he came perilously close to being shot dead from an alert guard’s rifle while his ‘friends’ ran helter skelter after a bank hold-up gone horribly wrong.

At 16, he was carrying a gun, because that’s what all his peers were carrying.

But then all that’s in the past.

Today, half a century later, he’s jumped ahead, changed, turned respectable, married, even become proud grandfather  to six.

But then, at times he wants to go back to when he was 6 or 7, join his buddies to steal mangoes, flirt with girls twice his age, and maybe rob a bank or two.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction  #195

neelwrites/FFfAW/silverlining/175/20/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 20, 2017

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A Silver Lining

By Neel Anil Panicker

An exasperated Raghav stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut, striding like a raging bull towards the balcony.

There, as the cold blast of the nightly air blew in from the sea, he arched his head upwards towards the sky.

Something that he always did; the sky being his blanket, his guardian angel, omniscient and ever protective.

He needed its solace, especially now, when his mind was a maze, fast spiralling into the dark dungeons of uncertainty.

His eyes scanned the blue swathe above him.  The cold grey sky seemed un-obliging; a tumultuous, ragged cloud that bellowed and thundered; a precursor to dust storms, lightning and torrential rains.

Unfazed, Raghav kept the faith amidst the howling of the winds, the flashes of forked lightning and the persistent claps of thunder.

His efforts paid off, as miraculously the skies changed hue, the clouds bid adieu, and as if on cue, the stratosphere lit up a bright red.

And with that realisation dawned__Sheena was right, he was wrong.

He turned back, pledging to make amends.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #175words

neelwrites/castle/FFfAW/168words/14/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 13, 2017

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CASTLED

This week’s photo prompt is provided by The Magicsticgoldenrose. Thank you for our photo prompt!

By Neel Anil Panicker

I climbed up the hill and suddenly, all of a sudden, encountered this massive beast of a castle, its stony blackish exteriors glistening against the golden rays of the setting sun.

For once language failed to describe what I saw. The closest I had come to anything as huge as this was the two storied ‘White House’ with its fronted lawns and three rectangular windows peeping out of a flower bedecked balcony that stood at the extreme corner of our otherwise spartan neighbourhood and which we as children  used to stop by and gawk at while on our way to the only school in our remote West Bengal village.

I stood there, transfixed and utterly petrified, my benumbed brains trying  to make some sense of this colossal structure that was so reminiscent of those ferocious monsters that attacked me in my torturous dreams, its looming turrets, towers and ramparts leaping out like long nailed poisoned claws ever ready to jump and draw the breath out of my being.

It was then that I saw it; the half opened side gate and spiked on its iron bars, a man’s blood splattered head.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction

neelwrites/FFfAW/lost-inspectorsharma/06/06/2017

LOST IN THE WILDERNESS

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth.

The effort proved to be in vain. The invasive stench wriggled out of half hidden creeks and crevices edging past rocky outgrowths and mated with other equally repulsive odours.

A second more here and Inspector Sharma knew he would be a dead man; killed, quite ironically, not by a criminal’s .303 bullet but by the vagaries of Nature.

Sharp police eyes took in the details: Male, around 35, five feet nine, well built, expensive white crepe shirt, matching trousers, pure leather pointed brown shoes, gold ring on the left index finger, most likely married, no visible external injuries.

Inspector Sharma scratched his head.

A suicide? In the middle of the forest? Miles from civilization? Who would come this far to kill himself?

Or, is it a murder? Killed elsewhere, body dumped here?

But then his informer had said…

It was then that he heard it, a slight rustling of the leaves behind him. By the time he turned around it was too late.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #shortstory #175words

Written for FLASH FICTION WEEKLY CHALLENGE

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 6, 2017

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-6-2017/

neelwrites/FFfAW/streetcarnameddesrire/shortstory/150words/30/05/2017

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.

6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.

7. Add your story to the InLinkz Link-up (Blue Froggy button).

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A STREET CAR NAMED DESIRE

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan for our photo prompt!

By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Oh! these oldies,’ Alia mouthed to herself, exasperated to the core.

It was just an hour ago when she had faced defeat at the hands of her mother.

“No ways. No ways will I allow my only child to drive down to town on her own. Besides, you go mad behind the wheels, you know”.

She knew better than to argue with that.

Only last week she had rammed Dad’s peach red Dzire straight into the neighbour’s walls. An error of judgement, she surmised.

Only that it dented the family fortune by twenty grands.

Add to that the near non-stop sermonizing juggernaut that followed about the vices of allowing greenhorns freedom excess of what they deserve.

“You could take the tram, instead.”

‘What? Tram? Give me a break mom. Trams are so passé, you know,’ Alia protested.

“Not if you are looking for love. Ask Dad if you don’t believe me.”

©neelanilpanciker2017 #FFfAW #150 words #fiction #shortstory

neelwrites/FF/manchestermonster/99words/24/05/2017

A fictional story relating to the tragic Manchester bombing.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle.

26 May 2017

MANCHESTER MONSTER (99 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

By Neel Anil Panicker

With much trepidation she steps into Chelsea’s room.

‘Mama, I’m a grown up girl. No entering my room, ok?’

The words a command, spoken with the authority of one stepping into her teens.

The guitar gapes at her, its case open.

Hours before it was strumming Dangerous Weapon.

A half eaten sandwich, its hardened crust pointing heavenly, a left over from last night’s indulgence, mocks her from the floor below.

‘Chels, you need to be more organised. How dirty is your room’.

She realises she’s speaking to an empty room.

“I’m off to Manchester, for the concert of my life.”

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FF #fiction #shortstory

neelwrites/FFfAW/fiction/Catch22/175words/23/05/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of May 23, 2017

his week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

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Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.

6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.

7. Add your story to the InLinkz Link-up (Blue Froggy button). Please let me know if you need link-up instructions.

8. Please keep stories below R rating.

9. Please respect the diversity of our readers and writers in regard to race, religion, and life style choice when writing your stories.

10. Remember, half the fun is reading and commenting on each other’s stories.

 

 

CATCH 22

By Neel Anil Panicker

Cute little kids, their visages plastered in smiles, shrieked around tossing frisbies into the air, a few even settling down to the rather serious business of building castles, their feet half submerged in the watery grave that had formed around the sandy beach.

Behind them the sea snuggled up to the shore in slow rhythmic waves, bringing with it small little tortoise shells, giant crabs, and even the odd discarded water bottle.

Quaint small little boats bobbed around like candy floss in the crystal blue oceanic waters as the horizon beyond lit up in a flashy orb, occasionally sending out brown strobes of light that fell on the glistening bodies of the evening revelers.

Al sidled upto Karen and kissed her on the cheek. Jet black hair fell on her forehead half hiding her beautiful face.

Watching her a wave of remorse swept through Al.

Dammit! How could he do this to her? How could he cheat on his wife?

His boss’s words hit him like a sledgehammer: ‘You’re mine or I call the police.’

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #175words